My talent is resurrection

Chapter 354 Locking the Dragon Gate, Can You Lock Me?
The highest point of the largest city in Nanchuan.

The thirteen celestial beings sit high, the ancestors of the celestial beings of the Dazongmen of Metropolitan Nanchuan, and in the center sits a haggard old man.

It is a monk of the twelve realms.

The withered old man tapped the table lightly with his withered palm, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone is here, let's start."

Several heavenly beings looked at each other, but no one spoke first.

The man in the scaly robe under him chuckled and said, "Since no one has spoken, I'll say it first. The first thing I said was to kill the old man Wang who recently made the city into a miasma."

The Heavenly Man who was in the same camp as the scale-robed man nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, there seems to be some commotion in the city recently, all caused by this old man Wang, I have long intended to kill him, but the heaven in Nanchuan The National People's Congress is about to be held, so in order not to cause trouble, I forcibly endured it."

The rest of the celestial beings looked at each other, couldn't help chuckling, and replied: "You can't understand that old man Wang, how can you still lead it to the celestial human assembly? Could it be that you want us to agree, and then lead the cause and effect of beheading to the celestial beings?" on us?"

The man in the scaly robe wrinkled his face slightly, "How could I do this when I locked the dragon gate, but now the old man Wang is still in the largest city in Nanchuan, so I just asked for your opinion."

"Then who knows what you are thinking about locking the dragon gate. After all, what kind of activities did your ancestors in the thirteenth realm rely on to start their careers? You should be much more familiar with it than me, so I don't need to say more?"

"you……"

"Cough." The haggard old man sitting in the main seat coughed softly to stop the noise between the two sides, and said softly.

"Thank you for coming to Nanchuan's Heaven and Man Conference for my sake. Although I am not as good as the ancestors of the sects, I still have some contacts, so you should give me some face and don't make noise."

"In addition, don't discuss the matter of beheading old man Wang. Since you want to, then just do it yourself. No one will stop you."

The scale-robed man clenched his hands underneath, but his face remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly towards the withered old man.

The haggard old man is an extremely old monk in Nanchuan, who has existed for nearly ten thousand years. It is said that the name Nanchuan was taken by him, and his previous title was Nanchuanzi.

Nanchuanzi told others that he was in the twelfth realm, but his ancestor once said that this Nanchuanzi's cultivation way is strange, the progress is slow but the lifespan is extremely long, and the great monks he has made friends with are almost all over the world, among them thirteen There are quite a few Realm monks, not to mention that Nan Chuanzi is likely to be a half-step Thirteenth Realm, not at all the Twelveth Realm he himself said.

That's why the scale-robed man didn't dare to argue with Nan Chuanzi, so he could only nod in agreement.

Nan Chuanzi tapped the table lightly with his old fingers, his old face showed no change in expression, and said flatly: "Let's discuss again."

Next, another celestial monk spoke, which was also the real big event to be discussed in this celestial assembly.

"Increase taxes among Nanchuan monks."

"This is no problem. After all, it is a good thing for you and me, but how should we charge and determine the amount?"

Cultivator Tianren smiled, "That's easy to say. I have already made a plan. For all the Jindan monks of the Zongmen, all the cities in Nanchuan will start collecting taxes on the first day of each month when they enter the city. The monks of the first realm will pay ten coins. For rat money, you will be charged an extra [-] pieces for each higher realm, and you don’t need to collect it if you go up the golden core.”

"Loose cultivators all need to collect taxes, which is [-] rat money higher than Zongmen monks."

A heavenly monk worried, "Will this move force the monks to leave Nanchuan and go elsewhere?"

The monk chuckled and shook his head, "The cities in the rest of Middle-earth China have already started to increase taxes. We have only started now. It is considered kind, and those who can afford it will be given, and those who can't afford it will go away. On the contrary, they will be strong." Nanchuan."

Some heaven and man agreed, "That's fine, but it needs to be revised. The casual cultivator should also be changed to Jindan and need to pay the city entry tax. After all, few "loose cultivators" can be regarded as real casual cultivators."

Nowadays, the casual cultivators of Jindan and Yuanying in Nanchuan have nothing to do with the orthodox sect. How could it be possible to reach Jindan and Yuanying?
If Jindan and Yuanying of the orthodox sect are described as domestic dogs, then Jindan and Yuanying Sanxiu are nothing more than wild dogs.

"Alright." The monks nodded and said.

The haggard old man Nan Chuanzi nodded slightly, "Since it has been discussed, it has been decided like this. It will be released first, and it will be implemented from the beginning of next month."

Speaking of this, the Celestial Conference has actually resolved the purpose of this trip, greeted a few times, and then dispersed, and the Celestial Beings who made good friends with each other went in groups, preparing for the Celestial Conference that will be full of fun for the next few days .

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The news of the latest tax increase in Nanchuan was released, which caused a sensation among the monks in Nanchuan.

If you talk about tens or hundreds of zimo, it is not expensive to say that it is expensive, and there are many monks who can afford it, but it is definitely not too little. Many monks may only earn a few hundred zimo in a month. , This will deduct a hundred coins.

And among them, it is extremely aimed at casual cultivators, almost telling the casual cultivators who have no strength to join the sect quickly and become the labor force of the sect.

For a while, the low-level casual cultivators complained, but what could be done, no matter how many of them said a word from the great monk, if they dared to resist openly, they might be beheaded by the monks in the city immediately.

I can only obey, but fortunately I am used to it. Although I don't feel angry in my heart, I still have to live, and I will see it after a few years of patience.

The first month is just three days later.

Chen Jiu was still sitting on the rocking chair, thinking about something. The monks guarding the city had just collected other people's taxes. At this time, they walked up to Chen Jiu in high spirits and swagger, kicked his rocking chair, and reprimanded him.

"Is it time to pay taxes?"

Chen Jiu frowned and stood up, looked at the rocking chair that had been kicked crookedly, and asked in confusion, "What tax?"

The leading monk who defended the city shook the heavy purse in his hand, and blew himself up first, "I locked the monks of the Dragon Gate, and was ordered to collect taxes from the monks below the golden core in the whole city, and you are no exception."

The city guard monk became more and more arrogant as he talked, and felt that his identity was really tough. This kind of monk who was higher than himself could not do anything to him, and could only watch.

Chen Jiu slapped the city guard cultivator on the face, causing him to sway and fall to the ground, and then said disdainfully.

"Lao Tzu Yuan Ying, Sabi."

The monk guarding the city was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the old man Wang didn't have to pay taxes. He only thought that he was too impetuous and forgot about it, but he was not reconciled. He stood up, retreated, and said to Chen Jiu.

"Cultivators who dare to unlock the Dragon Gate, just wait for me, don't even think about getting out of this city!"

"Did I let you go? You have to pay me for this chair." Chen Jiu pointed to the rocking chair with one leg crooked.

The monk defending the city scolded angrily: "What are you, dare to let me lock the dragon gate monk to compensate?!"

Chen Jiu grabbed the head of the monk defending the city in an instant, dragged him to the ground, and frowned.

"Are you crazy, lock the dragon gate?"

Chen Jiu curled his lips in disdain, "I want to see if I can be locked up."

In the largest city in Nanchuan today, old man Wang dragged the monk who locked the dragon gate with one hand, and headed towards the central hall under the eyes of everyone.

(End of this chapter)